Part of the Way
Field Notes 20260513 - Wednesday
Afternoon
- Sun: Taurus 21°
- Moon: Aries 11° | Waning Crescent
Meditation
- 30 Minutes.
- Expand App, timer section, F18.
Early this morning I set off on a very lively and powerful eight mile run with an emotional twist. At around the first mile I felt a wave of intense emotion, the kind that causes the throat to squeeze and the eyes to feel wet, cry even. It wasn’t allergies, and it happened a couple more times throughout the totality of the run. I’m not a stranger to these. I still don’t really know why they happen, other than that time my youngest boy was in NICU for about a week after a very exciting birth.
Later this afternoon I lay down for a brief meditation before getting back to work. The meditation itself was very well needed and refreshing. Nothing of note happened other than a brief flash of white across my field of view. I’ve learned that when that happens it’s usually an indication that “the situation” is primed for more immersive exploration and/or contact.
After I closed out the session I put my gear aside and turned over for a brief dive into unconsciousness. It didn’t take long before I found myself in a lucid dream. I became lucid as I sat on the floor of my office while petting a very familiar dog. She was black and white, her fur young and healthy, and she made a sound that almost instantly sent me into tears… It was Zoe with her patented “snort-lick” that she would do while greeting her favorite people.
Just typing that out right now gave me a short and intense moment of tears.
She rolled over on her back and wagged her tail as I continued to pet her. I leaned in and hugged her tight, and with that the transition sequence into projection began.
Since I was already in the downward position, I dove right through the floor and into a black void. The descent was easy. I remained calm, as this has happened more times than I can count by now. I gave myself the direction to open etheric eyes as I continued to move down. Not much was visible except a cluster of geometric and multi-colored shapes directly in front of me.
Taking notice of what was in front of me but still not able to discern what it was, I locked in on it. It was difficult to maintain the object in my focus as the travel was filled with twists and turns, making the object pop in and out of view periodically.
Just as I thought I was about to reach something, the progress of my downward movement slowed as I felt resistance from behind. It took some effort to work against the backwards pull, like moving forward against resistance bands. I didn’t struggle too long. Usually when this happens there’s not much you can do to keep going.
The transit back from these altered states is not at all like waking up. There is no “end” from the experience to “waking” — it’s always a seamless transition. At the tail end of getting back it felt very similar to gently clicking into place from above, as it often happens for me, but this time the vector was from below.
Sitting with this a little longer, I think she came for a visit so I could help her cross over. The recognition was there, the embrace was there, and then the descent began with her — I went part of the way and was sent back. Linear time in the physical doesn’t equal time in the non-physical. There is no time over there. Whatever was needed, it happened today.
At least I don’t have to wonder about Zoe. I’m glad she is okay. ❤️
